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Sometimes you scare me.  I get a fleeting feeling that you are crying and broken inside and I want to reach out and hold you, tell you everything will be all right even if it won�t be.  I want to touch the place where you live, stroke your soul and ease your spirit knowing that somehow you could renew me at the same time.



Sometimes I look at you and think you are like one of those knives you have.  I want to run my fingers down your sharp edges, regardless of the fact that you will leave me sliced open and bleeding, licking wounds I don�t want to think about.



Sometimes I look at you, enjoying what I see, thinking that Lucifer must have sat at God�s left hand while He created you and that fallen angel added the touch of temptation I see, just for me.



Sometimes I get angry or sad at the things I see you doing to yourself, numbing whenever the pain and loneliness gets too much for you.  I want to rant and cry, but then I think you have enough people in your life doing that at you, so I just let my love lay there for you to use as you see fit.



Sometimes you make me catch my breath.  A certain way you move, stretching arms and hands, giving me glimpses of places I would like to explore further, letting my touch find sensitive areas, ridiculously wondering at your limits and if you might let me push them.  Finally shaking my thoughts and the cob webs I weave for myself out of my head, getting back to the reality that is mine.



Sometimes I laugh at myself and call myself foolish names.  And yet, the day is brighter knowing you are in it, my mood a little lighter when I think of you, how much fun I could have and just how much of a fool I could be.